Outline my design. Spread across the pavement. This was all your fault. How could you be so hateful? Tell me do my feelings mean anything to you? And could you believe that we were meant to be, but I don't deserve your misery. So take this (take my heart), can you please break this (break this thought)? Oh I could write my eulogy, but to think what I'd feel...And I could give, (yea I could give) until I'm dead and buried. And these Aspirations just another cry for attention, crying in your own dimension. Your tears are a stigma for my hatred for you. Yet I'm silenced by your name. Because true beauty lies inside, the things we will always hide. She said: "Life is but a cancer, to our very being". But still I wish we knew the answer that she has been seeking.